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Subject: {ASSM} The Fun House - 1 of 20 - The Reward (Repost)
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[Last updated: Jan 31, 2008 - Some of the bad & sloppy prose ironed out - but not all of it unfortunately.] 

  Just a few feet away Nami heard Michelle moan.   Nami sighed.
She cursed her luck, wishing she hadn't gone out. She didn't even
like Ned. She peered at Jake and Michelle. Jake had pushed
Michelle against the tall slats of the wood fence. Michelle's
shirt was unbuttoned and in the moonlight Nami could see him
sucking her breast and slowly lifting her skirt above her hips.
 Nami briefly wondered where Ned had gone.
  She kicked at the beer can he had thrown down. Around the other
side of the fence she  heard other voices from the party, then
she felt the fence jerk and heard Michelle's groan. Jake's cock
was in her. The fence began to jounce rhythmically,  in time with
Michelle's gasps.
  "Nami?"
  Nami gasped, startled. "Bret, wow. You scared me."
  "Where's Ned?"
  "Probably... I don't know. I don't care." The knocking against
the fence was getting faster. "We grow some hips and boobs and
all guys want to do is stick it in us... Let's get out of here."
  Nami quickly turned a began walking, walking anywhere if it was
away from the party. She heard Jake's spasming moans as he filled
Michelle's belly with his orgasm. She shook her head.
  "What?" Bret asked, following her.
  "Nothing."
  "Where are you going?"
  "I just want to go home."
  "Do all your friends smoke?"
  "Do I smell like smoke?"
  "Yeah."
  Nami paused. "Let's take the long way home."
  Name led Bret into a yard, off the sidewalk, and between two
houses. They heard someone behind them. "Nami!" It was Ned.
  "What do you want?" Nami turned, angry.
  Ned glanced at Bret, then at Nami. "Come back, I'm sorry."
  "No way."
  Ned glanced at Bret. For the first time Nami was worried. Ned
was drunk. "Look, I just want to hang out of you, that's all."
  "It's too late," Nami answered.
  "How's your brother?" Ned asked darkly, glancing at Bret.
  "He's not my brother," said Nami.
  "Your step-brother...  got a taste for ugly step-sisters?"
  Ned lunged. Bret reached to stop him. Nami crumbled to her
hands and knees, grimacing. Stars swam and her ears rang. She
felt a hard bump and saw Ned fall hard. His nose was bleeding. He
spun to his feet and ran. The ringing in her ears was going away.
  "Nami? Are you OK?"
  "What happened?" She felt her ear.
  "Here," Bret helped her to her knees, "let me see." He touched
her lips and then her cheek. "Just a bruise."
  Deep sobs shook Nami but, mercifully, they were over quickly.
Bret held her. When she caught her she saw that he was gazing at
her. Without thinking, they kissed Then they gazed at each other
again and were quiet, almost embarrassed. He was so much older
than she was. He stood and helped her up. "Sorry," he said.
  "It's OK..."
  "What an asshole," he said.
  "Is it bad?"
  "Your face?"
  "Yeah..."
  "No, you look OK..." Bret answered. "Do you just want to go
home?"
  "God no," Nami answered.
  Nami led, and the two walked into the woods behind the houses.
The woods divided the row of houses from an abandoned fair
ground. An old wire mesh fence cut across the path, half beaten
down. As Nami began to climb over, she felt Bret's hand on her
shoulder, stopping her. "Sorry," he said. "I guess I always
wanted to do that."
  Nami's stomach felt light, confused. She turned to him,
grinning. "It's OK. I guess. It's not like we're really brother
and sister."
  "No, but you're like my little sister," he said, "Really
little..."
  "Little? ... like I've never kissed before?"
  "Sorry."
  Nami leaned and kissed him again. A longer kiss.  "It's ok,"
she said. But his breathing had changed, so had hers. She
wondered if he could hear her heart beating. "I've always wanted
to do that."
  "It's crazy," he laughed. "You used to drive me crazy. You were
a brat"
  "I'm not anymore."
  "No," he answered. Nami's stomach fluttered again. His gaze
changed. In the darkness she couldn't see his eyes but she knew
where he was looking-- her  breasts, her hips and legs. Her own
breathing deepened.  "Wow," she said.
  "Yeah..." he answered.
  "I've never kissed anybody like that."
  "You're beautiful. You've really changed."
  "Thanks..."
  Then she said: "Again." And they kissed again.
  Bret caught his breath. "We better stop."
  "Why?"
  "Because I'm a college senior, you're still in high school...
you're my step-sister..."
  "..and what?"
  "And I don't want to stop."
  "Kissing?"
  "No... I mean... I don't want to stop with kissing..."
  Nami breathed. "I know..."
  "I'm sorry."
  "Yeah..." Nami took a deep breath. "Last time too... God Bret.
Maybe this time I don't want to stop..."
  "C'mon," Bret laughed. "My lip is bleeding and you..."
  "Don't tell me."
  "OK," Nami managed. Nami turned and bent to step over the
fence, half relieved. She gasped. She felt his hand slip between
her thighs, his other hand at her breast. His fingers quickly
found her nipple and squeezed. Nami groaned. He tugged at her
nipple through the fabric and kissed the back of her heck.
  "Please..." she breathed. "Stop." She pushed her breast into
his hand.
  Bret let go.
  "Don't do that again..."
  "I'm not promising..."
  "You almost made me fall." Nami stepped shakily over the other
side. Bret jumped over behind her.
  A steep climb up an embankment and they jumped over a shorter
rail onto the old race track. There were already weeds growing in
the margins of the track. "What are they going to do with the
place?" Bret asked.
  "I heard a local horse farm was going to buy it."
  Across the other side of the track some older show buildings
were falling in. A smaller group of trailers were parked next to
the grand stand. Bret and Nami walked toward them, all of them
chained and bolted. "Do you want to try and get in?" Nami asked,
then screamed and fell backward on the heels of a loud crash. A
trash can rolled toward her. Bret kicked it out of the way.
  "Are you OK?"
  "Jesus," said Nami.
  "Racoon," said Bret.
  "Yeah, I mean, I didn't think it was Jesus," Nami said drily,
still catching her breath. "I guess I'm going to have to reward
you if you keep rescuing me."
  At that, Bret turned her and kissed her. His hand settled on
her stomach and moved downward toward the meeting of her legs.
She gazed at him and shuddered when he cupped her sex. "Please...
" She breathed. "Please, no..." she said.
  Bret slowly withdrew his hand, stood and pulled Nami up.
  Neither said anything as they rounded the trailers and walked
down another embankment. Part in moonlight, part in the trees,
they saw another trailer. Its tires were cracked and the rims
half-buried. They walked down to it and paused. The sides were
painted. They were intricate and almost glowed with a pale light.
Bret's hand moved to Nami's bottom as he gazed at the suggestive
figures. Two stood out, on either side of an entry door. They
were tall and elongated -- a man and a woman. Each gestured to
the door beside them. Their faces were angelic but Bret could see
the forms beneath their robes -- the outline of the woman's
breasts, her nipples, her sex and the man's penis. He wanted to
press his hand between the woman's legs, to see if they were
real.
  "Wow..." Nami breathed.
  "This is too weird," Bret muttered. "I don't remember these
pictures."
  "What do you mean?"
  "I mean I've been down here before and never seen this stuff.
Somebody must have painted it."
  "Wait," Nami reached into her pocket and pulled out a box of
matches. She lit one and held it close to one of the figures. It
disappeared.
  She shook out the flame and the figure reappeared. "This is
freakin' me," she finally said.
  Bret slowly approached the painted women. He heard Nami behind
him. "Maybe we should get out of here." Compelled, he reached,
touching the painted woman where her legs met. He heard Nami
suddenly gasp and groan. He turned. She had fallen to her knees
and was holding her hands between her legs. She groaned again and
fell forward on one hand. "God, don't do that again."
  "What did I do!"
  "God, when you touched her there..." Nami groaned again and
Bret thought he saw her back arch. "I still feel it..."
  Bret groaned. His cock was straining. He turned. The door to
the trailer was half open. He couldn't wait anymore. He couldn't
wait another year. He reached down and pulled her up.
  "Where are we going?" She asked.
  "Let's go in."
  She pulled against him. "I don't want to. Not in there.
Please."
  "No, let's just go in the door. We'll be quick..."
  "We'll be quick?" Nami asked. "What do you mean? No. Not that."
  "We won't! Come on..."
  He stepped up and only felt a reluctant tug before she followed
him. The door closed. They were in the dark. "Don't move," he
said. He let go and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free. He
wanted to feel her hands around it, her lips. That would be
enough. He couldn't wait any more. "Nami." He reached for her.
"Nami," he said again. He swept both hands in front of him. Where
was she? The door hadn't opened. "Nami!" he said in a loud
whisper. His stomach sank. "Nami, just tell me where you are. We
don't have to do anything. God, when I saw you like that. Nami!"
  He bumped into a wall. No, it was a door. He felt the handle
and pulled it open. Light blinded him and he heard clapping. He
stood between two tall doors. They were jade green and gilded
with gem stone flowers. A black and white marble floor stretched
ahead of him. Dozens of men bowed and the women curtsied. It was
a ballroom. An regal looking man approached him, wearing a cape
and a crown, and looking wholly like a King."Bret!" he bellowed.
"Welcome!"
  Bret glanced down at himself. He wore battle-worn clothing and
a weather-hardened greatcoat. He could feel the head of his cock
rubbing against the inside of the coat. "May I take your coat?"
the lordly man asked.  "No!" But the old man was already removing
it.  He was a wearing a woolen waistcoat under the greatcoat,
hiding his cock. Bret exhaled, relieved. And then: "What the
hell?"
  "Not at all! This is your reward!"
  "I mean, who are you?"
  "Who am I? I am the Lord of everything you see here!" Somehow,
the sly and merry face of the man was familiar. He turned to the
others in the room. "Lords and Ladies, the noble Bret Hume, has
arrived." Once again the men and women burst into applause and
the old man motioned Bret forward.
  "What is this all for?" Bret asked.
  "For you!" answered. "Your reward! You have defended Nami most
honorably, a right, good and honorable girl! -- and you should be
rewarded for it."
  Bret shook his head, as if he could clear the vision, but it
didn't clear. He stepped into the ballroom and the noblemen and
women parted. He saw a raised platform behind them, on the other
side of the ballroom.  It was empty. Music. Bret turned and saw a
small orchestra. The men and women turned to each other, bowed,
and began to dance. Bret blinked. He stared at the musicians. He
stared at the women playing. He could see their breasts. The
nipples of some were thinly veiled by the material of their
clothes. The breasts of others were bare, their tops tailored
neatly around their breasts.
  The women dancing were no different. In some of the dresses,
ovals were cut out from the back of the dresses, revealing their
bottoms. Only the men remained covered.
  "It is in deference to you, my friend," answered the man, as if
reading his thoughts.
  "Where am I?" Bret asked.
  "Exactly where you wish to be," he said.
  "Where is Nami?"
  "Ah," the man answered with a wink and smile. "Of course. But
be patient, my friend. There are many candies to delight you. Do
you not wish to sample any?"
  The vision intoxicated Bret, like a drink or an aphrodisiac. He
watched the women dancing, many of them younger that himself, and
somehow knew that he could have any of them, at any moment,
however he wished. He walked among them. He reached out and
touched the bare ass of  a woman who brushed by him, dancing with
a partner. His fingertips were moistened by the wetness between
her thighs. But he was fixated by a woman playing cello. Her hair
was short and brunette. Her breasts were bare and her nipples
were hard. He stared at them and didn't look away when she
glanced at him. He wanted her to know he was gazing at her
nipples while she played. Again, she smiled at him briefly and
shuddered.  Her full breasts heaved. She knew he gazed at her.
  "You could have her, my friend," said the man, smiling.
  "Yes." Bret moved toward her, releasing his cock until the tip
was at her lips, and then in her mouth. She continued to play.
  "How will you have her," the man asked. "Shall you take her
from behind? Shall I have her spread her legs for you? Every
woman here is yours, tonight... or as long as you wish..."
  The woman spread her legs for him. Her dress was drawn back
until Bret could see her glistening sex. He shook his head and
closed his eyes. He pulled his cock from her mouth. "How do I get
out?" he asked.
  "This way..." And the merry, jocular old man led Bret through
the dancers and to another set of double doors, his cape spinning
as he turned. Two boys opened the doors as they approached. These
led to a colonnade that looked several floors down onto an
enclosed courtyard. The colonnade led around the inside of the
building and Bret could see couples and families walking along
the balconies, enjoying the night air. Some were embracing. From
the garden, he heard a man and a woman's rhythmic moaning, the
slapping of skin against skin. There was laughter, moaning and
conversation that mingled indistinguishably throughout the
courtyard. In the dim corner, on the same floor as his own, he
saw a woman seated on the stone railing. Her back was to him and
her dress was bunched at her hips. Her legs were spread and a man
stood between them.  He saw her jolted with his thrusts.
  "Perhaps a short walk would refresh you?"
  "Yes," Bret answered.
  Everywhere he turned the eroticism intoxicated him. His cock
strained against his breeches. He saw a family approach him. A
mother and two daughters. The younger daughter wore a one piece
dress. Her hair was blonde and shoulder length and when the she
saw him she, along with the others, curtsied in acknowledgment.
Bret studied the younger girl's lips, imagining them on his cock;
then gazed at her breasts. Her nipples were visible through two
carefully sown holes in her dress and they had begun to harden
and stand out through the holes. He saw a neatly made hole in the
front of her dress where her legs met. She did not move and Bret
could feel his cock straining to be free. The mother and older
sister curtsied again and then quietly stepped aside. Bret moved
toward the girl, then to her side and behind her. He saw another
hole in her dress behind her, again, at the meeting of her legs.
The hole was just the size and width of a man's cock, if it were
hard. Her ass was perfectly round and arched. The girl did not
move as Bret moved back in front of her, but her breathing grew
shallow. A trickle of pee ran down her ankle and gathered between
her legs. Bret groaned. He quickly unbuttoned his waistcoat and
his cock finally sprang free, hard and straining upward.
  "You are young," he said.
  "Yes, my Lord."
  "Very young..."
  "Yes, my Lord," she answered more quietly.
  "But your nipples are hard." He walked behind her and brushed
his hand over her bottom. "And your ass arches for me."
  "Yes, my Lord."
  "He reached around and placed one hand against her flat belly,
the other brushed the nipple jutting through the hole of her
dress. She inhaled sharply. "...and your nipples are hard for
me," he whispered in her air. "And your taut belly is empty?"
  "Yes, my Lord," she answered more quietly, under her breath.
His hand at her belly moved downward and he pushed a finger
through the hole at the meeting of her legs. She pushed her ass
back against him, as if trying to avoid his finger, squeezing her
legs and knees together. Bret moved his finger back and forth.
"...and your pussy is slippery and wet little girl, as if you
were expecting something to go there." The girl's eyes grew wide
something much larger pushed through the hole at the back of her
dress and slipped easily between her thighs. She glanced down to
see the tip of his cock push out the hole at the front of her
dress.
  "Bend over," he said, turning her toward the stone railing.
  Without a word she bent over and placed her hands on the
stonerailing.  She arched her back and Bret saw that the hole in
the back of her dress neatly framed her glistening pussy.  (The
hole in her gown was their for only one reason.) Bret glanced at
the girl's mother and then \placed his cock at the opening of her
belly. He pressed until the tip of him just parted her. The girl
gasped. He took hold of her hips.  The eroticism intoxicated him.
He stared at the girl, bent over before him, fully clothed,
except for the opening in her dress . "What is the girl's name?"
he asked the mother.
  "Silvia," she answered.
  "Silvia," Bret said. "Is this your first cock?"
  The girl, still facing away from him, nodded quickly.
  "It is time your flat little belly was filled with
something..."
  "Yes, my Lo..." Sylvia's answer was cut short by her own sharp
cry. It echoed in the courtyard. She panted. Bret's cock was half
inside her. The girl shuddered and moaned. "Ple... please, my
Lord..."
  Bret heard applause come from the ballroom.
  "The other girl, who you saved, is soon to arrive, my friend,"
said the man.
  Bret tightened his grip on the girl's waist. closed his eyes
and pushed full into her. She cried out again and arched her
back. The eroticism was like a fever.
  "Do you wish to seed the girl's belly?" the old man asked.
  "What do you want?" Bret asked the girl.
  "I... I wish it in my belly..."
  "My what?" Bret asked.
  "The syrup of your orgasm, my Lord..." she answered shakily.
  Nami. The 'other girl' was Nami. The wicked spell of the place
had almost made Bret forget her!
  "You could have both," the merry, old man smiled. "Do not doubt
that the little sprite deserves it. Look at her clothing! She
begs to be seeded. She is ready."
  Bret let go of the girl and backed away. His cock slid out of
her, glistening with her juices. "Who are you?" he asked the old
man.
  "I rule this place."
  "No, I mean, who are you."
  The merry, old man grinned slyly. "My name is Comus."
  The name was familiar.    "What is your will?" Comu asked.
  "Wait..." Bret answered. The girl was still bent over. She had
not turned to look at him. She was beautiful. Her hair hung down
over her face but Bret could see her mouth open. Bret glanced
further along the aisle. At each doorway along the colonnade were
boys. Some were younger, others older. "You," Bret motioned to
one of them. "Take it out." The boy released his cock - rigid and
stretching upward. He had been watching.
  "Have you ever taken a woman?"
  "No, my Lord," the boy answered.
  "Take her," Bret said.
  "My Lord," the girl suddenly spoke, "please, not the boy."
  "You think he can't peirce you as well as an old man?" Comus
asked, his voice booming. "Boy, mount her!"
  The boy walked behind her and pushed his cock downward with one
hand. He did not wait but quickly mounted the girl. SHe  gasped
loudly and seemed to twist on the end of the boy's cock. He
groaned at the sensation, then quickly took hold of the girl's
hips and drove himself forward. The girl cried out, her head
arching upward, and the boy groaned again.
  "How does it feel?" Bret asked.
  "It feels... " the boy began pumping, staring down at the
narrow ass of the girl, unable to resist the effect the girl's
body had on him. "It feels..." but the words chocked in the boy's
throat. His thrusts grew quicker. He was fully clothed. So was
she. Only their movement showed that they were joined. The girl
moaned and the boy increased his thrusts, impatient, panting.
Then the girl arched her back and began to cry out in short
strangled cries.
  "Yes," Bret said. "She's almost ready."
  The girl shook once, as the boy thrust quickly into her, and
then, crying out, convulsed, her legs spreading wider, her hips
shuddering.
  "Now! You have her," Bret said, feeling his own cock, "She's
presenting. Take her!"
  The boy shouted and arched his back, holding the girl's hips
tightly against his own, his seed spurting into her belly. Bret's
own desire seared him, watching them. The boy finally backed
away, his glistening cock slowly sliding out of her. A slip of
white fluid pearled between the lips of the girl's swollen sex.
She shakily stood up but did not meet Bret's gaze. Her small
nipples were red and swollen,  a sign of the conquest in her
belly. "She's yours," Bret said, without taking his eyes from the
girl. "I bet you'll want that again." There was a streak of
liquid that appeared at both the girl's ankles, white and sticky
this time.
  The girl turned and looked wonderingly at the boy, glanced at
Bret, then back to the boy. She slowly wrapped her finger around
the boy's cock, moving it back and forth.
  "What is this place?" Bret asked again, breathless.
  "I've told you," Comus answered, "it is exactly whatever you
wish it to be."
  Bret watched the girl kneel and place the boy's harding cock in
her mouth. Her hand moved more quickly and the boy moaned. When
the boy's eyes rolled back she pointed his cock downward and his
stringing cum spurted across the front of her dress, her small
breasts and nipples.
  "Ah," Comus seemed to revel in their copulation. "They always
know what to do..."
  Bret tore himself away. "Where's Nami?" he asked.
  "Of course," Comus answered. "Come with me."
  They went back the way they had come, then turned right along
the balcony. The old man stopped Bret, then opened a jeweled
door. Steam poured out. Bret peered into the room and saw a giant
stone bath. Nami was standing in the water. Other women, slick
with moisture and naked, surrounded her and bathed her. Nami
threw her head back as one girl sucked a nipple into her mouth.
She groaned when another ran her hands between her legs. She
sucked on the fingers of another. Two women brought a stool to
the tub. In its center was a rounded phallus. They placed it in
the water between Nami's legs and gently widened her stance until
she began to lower herself. As her belly approached the phallus,
one of the maids parted the lips of her sex. And then, Nami
exhaled loudly as the phallus penetrated her, forced into her by
her own weight.
  The mouths never stopped kissing and licking her. The hands
never stopped massaging her. Nami's mouth opened, her eyes
vacant, as she began to rock her hips on the phallus embedded
inside her. "What are they doing to her?" Bret asked Comus.
  "Exactly what she desires," he answered.
  Nami's head tilted back. One of the maids touched Nami's lips
with another phallus that seemed to be filled with a white drink.
Nami licked the tip of it and the fluids fell on her lips, chin
and breasts. Nami suddenly stiffened. And then her small, slender
body convulsed with orgasm.
  "There will be time, later," said Comus, again, seeming to read
his thoughts. "Don't spoil it. You saved her and she will reward
you. They are just preparing her for you."
  Bret turned and hastily closed the door. Lust burned in him.
  "This way, my friend, let us see my garden."
  Bret almost staggered after the broad-shouldered figure. He saw
young women everywhere. Their breasts showing, their sexes ready
if he bent them over or lay them on their backs, driving their
legs apart. He would take one. He would fuck her. He wouldn't
stop himself this time. "What is this place?"
  "Whatever you wish it to be," Comus answered. "It is your fun
house."
  "I can do anything?" Bret asked.
  "Anything..."
  "Like a dream..."
  "Better," Comus answered.
  The two turned onto a stone staircase that led down to the
courtyard garden. Two women came up the stairway, talking to each
other. They were young, one brunette and the other, thinner with
black hair. There dresses were one piece and cut tightly to their
bodies, ending at their thighs. Bret could see their breasts and
the nipples poking at the fabric. "My Lord," they both said as
they climbed the stars. They both looked at Bret's cock as they
climbed the stars, moving aside to pass him.
  "These two?" Bret asked.
  "Anything."
  "What's the catch, Comus?"
  Comus laughed quietly. "I don't need to tell you..."
  Bret gazed at the black haired woman's nipples and her narrower
waist. He didn't hide his gaze and that only fired his lust. He
stopped and watched her ass as she passed him. She slowed down,
glancing at him. Before she was out of reach, he reached for her
hair and stopped her. She gasped and the brunette, a step above
her, turned.  Bret moved behind the girl and lifted the back of
her dress so that he could see her ass. She gasped again and
inhaled as he touched her ass and moved his hands between her
legs. She wasn't wearing underwear and he felt wetness He tugged
at her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to kneel on
the steps.
  "That's it," Bret said.
  She arched her back.
  "What's your name," Bret asked, still holding her hair.
  "Cynthia, my Lord," the girl answered breathlessly.
  "Do you know why you're on your knees, Cynthia?"
  "Yes, my Lord," the girl answered, between breaths. "Because
you like my body."
  Bret felt her belly, smooth and flat. Any girl, any time,
anywhere... his cock ached.  "Go on."
  "Because you like my hips..."
  Bret pulled down the top of her dress, feeling the woman's
breast and nipple.
  "Because you like my tits..." she moaned...
  "Do you know why you're on your knees?" Bret groaned, and
rubbed his cock against her sex.
  "So that my belly can receive cock, my Lord," she answered, her
voice quavering.
  Bret glanced at the Brunette. "What is your name?"
  "Lena, my Lord," she answered.
  Bret could see her nipples hard against her dress. "Show me
your tits."
  Lena lifted her dress.
  "Should I take your friend?"
  Lena said nothing, as if unable to answer, her nipples
stretched stiffly.
  Bret never took his eyes from hers. The girl kneeling in front
of him groaned loudly as his cock slowly opened her sex and slid
into her belly. The brunette lifted a hand to her breasts and
lightly brushed her nipple. Any girl, any time, anywhere, any way
he wanted... this was what he wanted. He would give up anything.
But he stopped. "No," he said. "Enough..." The dark haired girl
groaned and shuddered.
  "Why do you stop?" Comus asked. "Take the girl!"
  "No," he withdrew his cock from the girl.
  "What do you want?"
  "Nami."
  Comus paused before speaking, half smiling. "Don't you want to
see the courtyard garden?"
  "No."
  Comus paused again. Then motioned him back up the stairs. "The
girl, Nami, awaits you. To give you her breasts and belly is the
least she can do."
  Bret turned, fastening his breeches over his aching cock, and
followed Comus back to the ballroom. He didn't recognize himself.
Was this really his fantasy? Was he really like this? Applause
greeted him as he stepped onto the black and white floor. A
gilded chair now sat on the raised dias. The old man gestured to
it. Bret sat and saw two tall, blue doors open at the opposite
side of the room. "Nami!"
  But she was hardly what he expected to see. The others in the
ballroom gasped. She was beautiful. Her jet black hair was
braided with pearls and diamonds. She wore a long black dress
that was slit from just below the waist to her ankles, at the
front, at the sides and at the back. There were two slits at her
breasts. Her nipples peaked through them. She stood straight and
her mouth parted as she gazed at all the people gazing at her.
Then she saw Bret, her look filled with surprise. Two women
gently held her wrists at either side.
  Comus spoke up. "Nami Singe, who Bret has nobly defended. She
is here being presented for our friend's plesaure. Let all who
wish to honor our friend, do so now." At these words, the women
to either side of Nami stepped forward and slowly brought Nami
toward Bret. Nami's long slender legs were revealed through the
slits of the dress. Before she had taken two steps, a couple
bowed and approached her.     The man hold out a box and the
woman accompanying him opened it. She pulled out two silver
chains with a large pearl hanging from the end of each. Nami
never took her eyes from Bret as the two women pulled her arms
apart and slightly bent her forward until her nipples and breasts
swung forward. Bret had seen her naked a hundred times before but
never like this. This made his cock ache. This was not his little
step sister. Nami groaned as the woman holding the chains took
hold of a nipple, first one and then the other until the pearls
hung from the slight silver chains which were fastened to Nami's
nipples. She straightened and her mouth fell open a moment, here
eyes half lidded.
  "You favor the inexperienced ones," the old man said quietly at
Bret's side. "She's very young. A superb choice. She does not
even understand the nature of her own body yet. But look, she is
learning. Look at how she craves the admiration."
  Nami took two more steps, the pearls swinging lightly from her
nipples, and another couple approached her. The man produced
another box and the woman opened it. The surrounding couples
gasped but Bret couldn't see what was in the box. The two women
holding Nami's wrists again pulled her arms apart and gently bent
her forward.
  "What are they doing?" Bret asked.
  "These are all gifts for you, my friend, just as the girl
herself is a gift to you."
  This time the woman who had opened the box walked behind Nami.
Bret could see her dress part behind her. The woman reached down
with something. Nami seemed to jump, imperceptibly, then bend
forward and widen her legs until her breasts slipped through the
slits of the dress and the pearls swung below.  The woman behind
her pushed gently between Nami's legs. A long moan escaped her as
she arched her back, threw up her head and rose to her toes. Her
mouth fell open. She locked her gaze onto Bret and did not move
until the smiling woman moved from behind her. Nami straightened,
uncertainly, and the woman to her right let go of her hand as
Nami lightly pressed on her belly through her dress, just above
her sex. She moaned. Her eyelids were heavy as the woman to the
right again took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away. Nami
stepped forward but her steps were uncertain. This was not the
little step-sister that Bret would drive out of his room.
  Nami was stopped again by another couple.
  Again the slender women on either side of Nami bent her
forward. Another box was produced and those surrounding Nami
gasped and quietly applauded. Nami was again bent forward. Her
breasts hung down and the pearls swung from her nipples. Nami
moaned as she gazed at Bret. This time Bret could see what had
been pulled from the box -- a fine gold chain with a diamond at
its end. The jewelry disappeared as the woman lowered it behind
Nami and between her legs. A sudden high-pitched gasp escaped
Nami and she gripped the wrists of the women holding her. A
moment of agony, but not pain, knotted Nami's eyebrows and she
panted audibly, her voice high pitched. The smiling woman moved
from behind Nami and bowed with her husband before she returned
to the others.
  Nami didn't stand so quickly this time. She groaned as she
straightened and a sharp spasm in her belly caused her to grunt.
Bret's own breathing quickened and he moaned. This was more than
he could bear. He unbuttoned his breaches and his cock, hard and
full, rose into his hand. He stroked it as he looked at her. Nami
groaned, seeing his cock. She walked forward again, toward Bret,
an intoxicating feminine grace suffusing her movements. Bret saw
the diamond appear and disappear as it swung just between her
legs.
  Now Nami was only steps away before she was stopped once more.
This time a diamond studded collar was pulled from a gilded box,
a chain hung from it with 6 large rubies, one after the other. As
Nami gazed at Bret, she was again bent forward. Bret began to
understand the ritual. With every new gift, Nami was made to bow
to Bret. The collar was fitted and the woman who fitted it pulled
the fine golden chain along her back until the rubies disappeared
between the perfect divide of her ass. Another high pitched gasp
escaped Nami. And then again and by the fifth her breaths came in
quick pants until, by the sixth, her eyes rolled upward and she
moaned long and deeply. She fell to her hands and knees. Her
knees were splayed and her back arched. Bret saw her belly
convulse again, again, again. Finally, she gazed up at Bret.
  "My Lord," both women said, standing at either side of her,
"your reward awaits your will and pleasure."
  Bret stood and stepped off the dias. Standing directly before
Nami, still on her hands and knees, he lowered the tip of his
cock to her lips. Nami gazed up at him and kissed it. And then
she opened her mouth and licked the bottom of his cock. And then
she slipped just the tip of it unto her mouth, her gaze never
leaving him. The gather couples around politely applauded and
suddenly the small band of musicians began to play. Dancing.
Everyone around them was dancing. Bret wanted to orgasm. He
wanted to see the strings of his fluid laced in her hair and
glistening on her breasts.
  She licked his cock again and three brief spasms shook him.
One, two and then another long string of cum draped her face,
some in her hair. It glistened on her breasts. Bret groaned
deeply. Again he remembered the little brat he used to chase out
of his room. Here she was, his cum between her lips and breasts.
She leaned back and some dripped from her chin. down her dress.
Her dress... Bret groaned, not a full orgasm. He wanted more.
"Beautiful," the old man said next to him, "the finest necklace a
woman can wear."
  Bret held her by the chin and helped her to stand. She put her
arms over his shoulders as she stood and he could hear her
breathing in his ear. She licked it. She was shuddering and he
felt the chains tugging at her nipples. "I didn't know..." she
whispered.
  "Dance with me," he said. He kissed her and tasted his own cum.
  "I can't," she answered back and her breath caught. "I
can't..." she breathed again. "O God." She pressed the palm of
her hand on her womb and groaned. A spasm shook her.
  But Bret understood the agony in her face. He wanted to see it
again. He wanted to see the spasms that had racked her moments
ago. He moved and she moved with him. They began to dance. Nami
shuddered and grunted. "What did they do to you?" he whispered in
her ear as they danced with the others. "Is there something
inside you?" He moved his hand downward to her ass and into the
slit of her dress. She opened her legs and arched her back so he
could feel. He felt the handle of something, held by a thin
silver chain, and then felt the lips of her sex stretched around
it. "How deep does it go?" he asked.  He spun Nami around and
took hold of the two pearls hanging from her nipples. He pulled
downward. Nami cried out and bent forward. "Your not a little
girl anymore are you?" he asked  and tugged on the nipple chains
again.
  Nami answered with a groan. The couples dancing around them
looked at them approvingly.
  "What?" Bret asked and tugged on the chains until her breasts
fell out of the dress. Nami  reached behind her and held onto
Bret's arms, but not to stop him. He saw the ebony handle poke
through the slit at the back of her dress as she bent over,
showing to all the way by which her body should be pierced. There
was a gold chain attached to the end of the handle, from which a
diamond hung. The chain looped back up and he could see that it
was attached to her clit. The diamond was wet and beading with
Nami's cum. He took hold of the handle and gently pushed forward.
Nami rose up onto her toes with a keening gasp, her mouth
opening.
  "Please..." she said, with a hoarse whisper. She gasped as her
belly spasmed.
  Bret let go of her nipple chains. She straightened. Now, when
he danced with her, he knew the heavy diamond was swinging
between her legs, sending its vibrations to Nami's clit and
deeply into her belly. "Stop," he finally said, as her breaths
grew shallower and her gasps rose in pitch.
  He kissed her while he pulled the chain through the slit at the
front of her dress. Then he stepped away. Nami gazed him at him,
peering into his eyes. Bret pulled on the chain and Nami's eyes
rolled upward, she stepped forward, holding her womb. He tugged
again..  She followed, her hips pivoting back and forth, the
pearls swinging from her nipples. Drops of fluid fell between her
legs. He tugged again but this time she held the chain. She fell
to her knees and tugged at the chain. He stepped forward, his
cock at the level of her lips. Then she leaned forward and kissed
the tip of his cock, gazing up at him.
  "Please," she whispered.
  Bret let go of the chain.
  Nami slowly straightened, languorously and half lidded.  She
walked to the dias, never taking her eyes from Bret's until she
stepped upward. Once on the dias, her back to Bret, she looked
back briefly over her shoulder before turning again. She knelt.
Bret watched the handle, that pierced her between her legs, poke
the back of her dress as she lowered herself to her knees.  Again
she looked over her shoulder. Then, she clasped her hands behind
her back and slowly bent forward. She moaned, opened mouth. The
handle of the piece that pierced her belly slipped through the
slit at the back of her dress and rose upward behind her, showing
the way to her womb.
  She spread her legs and bent downward until her nipples almost
touched the marble. The slightly curved ebony handle rose higher,
extending upward from its penetration between her legs, the end
higher than the small of her back. Bret could see, now, the lips
of her sex stretched neatly around it. The diamond swung slowly
from the end of it, pulling gently on her clit and on the ebony
handle. Nami moaned and a drop of moisture fell from the diamond.
  The two women who had accompanied Nami earlier, knelt on either
side. One of the women leaned down and pushed the pearls, still
attached to her nipples, through two small rings in the floor of
the dias so that she could not rise again. The other woman gently
tied a loop of gold chain around her wrists, fixing her hands
behind her back. Silence filled the room.
  Bret's own cock dripped with his arousal. He walked up the dias
until he stood directly behind Nami. The ebony handle pointed
deeply into Nami's body. He lowered himself to his knees behind
her. He took hold of the handle, releasing the chain which held
it to her waist chain. He pulled it slowly out. Nami wailed and
her head jerked back as the long, jewel encrusted horn slowly,
wetly, slipped out of her. It seemed impossibly long to Bret,
pulling and pulling it, until the tip of it finally slipped pit
from between the kiss of her lips. The length of the black horn
glistened. The dancers, who had grown still, applauded when he
held it up.
  But Bret's lust was feverish. He could not wait. He parted the
dress and pushed it over Nami's slender hips so that he could
finally see her hips and glistening opening. He pushed the tip of
his cock downward, and then slid the head into her. He heard Nami
gasp and her head shot up. He took hold of her by the waist and
then, groaning aloud, head thrown back, pushed the length of
himself deeply inside her. Nami cried out with him as his length
penetrated her.
    "She is yours," said Comus, now standing beside Bret. "Seed
her. You won her. Her belly is your just reward. Seed her. There
is no place more valuable than what this girl offers you."
  Finally.
  He heard whispering and moans from the couples at the dance
floor. Nami, little Nami, he thought to himself, look at you. On
your knees, presenting. "This is what happens when you grow hips
and breasts," he said under his breath. "Don't forget this
position." Nami groaned. She had heard him. He withdrew and
thrust forward again, hard. She cried out and rose upward until
the nipple rings forcefully tugged at her breasts, sending sparks
through her stomach and into her sex in ways she had never
thought possible, quickly forcing her to bend over again. This,
she exhaled loudly, was real: this thing that was forcing her
legs apart, filling her opening, driving the breath out of her.
Sex, she thought herself. This is what it felt like to be taken.
  The warm rod pulled back and drove into her again. Again and
again. Each thrust tugged at her small nipples. And then his
thrusts begin to quicken, each one hard, as if to somehow go
deeper into her belly. Who was controlling who? -- she wondered.
Her every movement seemed to inflame his need. Nami spread her
knees. She could feel the orgasm beginning and she pushed back,
instinctively, offering him her belly, riding a lust beyond her
understanding and control.
  Bret's balls began to tighten. Finally! Release! He watched his
cock slide in and out of her, something he had only imagined
before. He thrusts were hard and fast, not caring for anything
but the rising fire. He felt downward, feeling her smooth flat
belly as he pierced it again and again. Little Nami's belly. The
little brat he used to chase out of rooms, grew tits and a wet
pussy. He thought he could feel his cock inside her belly and
then he felt it tighten. She was cumming. Little Nami was comming
on his cock. There was a spasm, and then another. Nami's body
grew taught and the small of her back grew rigid as she thrust
her sex against him. She was ready. She pulled against the chains
until her nipples were stretched and taut. Bret quickened his
thrusting.
  Nami exhaled and convulsed violently. Liquid soaked Bret's legs
and dripped down Nami's thighs. It dripped from her nipples and
slid down the chains. And then Bret shouted, a strong contraction
forcing his cum out of him in a long jet, like no orgasm he had
ever had. He closed his eyes and swung back his head, holding
tightly to her hips. Helpless. Each convulsion squeezed more than
the last, not spasms but a thick jet of fluid, forced from the
tip of his cock in an almost minute long contraction. The fluid
did not stop flowing from him until the next convulsion began.
Nami grunted with the hard jerk of his cock and groaned as she
felt the jetting fluid fill her belly. She overflowed. Her thighs
were streaked with his cum.
  And then, it was over. Bret's cock slowly slid from Nami's sex,
having seeded her.
  Nami collapsed, her cheek on the floor. Grunts and groans
sounded from the floor around them as more women were filled. The
two women who attended Nami undid the chain around her wrists,
which had never really been enough to hold her, and released the
chains from from her nipples. "How do we get out," Bret asked
breathlessly, the spell of lust finally lifting.
  "You have made a woman out of her," Comus smiled. "May your
tilling be fruitful." Then he pointed to a small door. "That way,
my friend."
  Bret rose and helped Nami to stand, shakily. More of their
fluids dripped out from between her legs and down her thighs.
They reached the door, walked through it, and darkness enveloped
them. There was only the dusty interior of the trailer. It was
night again. They stumbled into  unmown grass.
  "Oh god," Nami moaned.
  Bret glanced down. The fly of his jeans were open and his cock
and balls were glistening. Nami had reached under her skirt and
between her legs. Her hand returned, full and syrupy with Bret's
cum.


  "She's pregnant?"
  "Maybe..."
  "No way!"
  "She doesn't know," said the other girl, "and did you hear that
B.S. story she told about the trailer. Like, she made me swear I
wouldn't tell anybody."
  The other girls giggled.
  "He's, like, her brother!"
  "He is not," said the other girl, "he's a step brother."
  "Yeah, but still..."
  "My boyfriend wants to go there..."
  "No way! Mine too."
  "How did he find out about it?"
  "Bret told him. He said that Bret was, like, really freaked out
about it. Like, he said, somebody should burn it down. He's
totally freaked."
  "Yeah, like he didn't have a reason," another girl laughed.
"He's had this thing about Nami since she was like, twelve years
old. You could totally tell."
   "So... are you going to go there?"
  "Totally."

   

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